With his knife at the ready, Loki felt a faint vibration at his feet, and he stopped his hand and turned his head in the direction of the vibration.

　The wizards who appeared in a trickle were a mix of troops from different countries, with various styles.

　But that doesn't change anything. It didn't matter what they showed up to do now, it didn't matter what they were doing.
　They only interfered with his death, and only extended his journey to Ars for a short time.

　Still, just looking at them made them seem like different creatures from himself and him.
　Would it make him feel a little better if he took even one of them along for the ride? I'll at least have the strength to do that...no, if it's for that reason, I'll squeeze the strength out of him.

　But even that inclination doesn't lead to a decision in the end.
　Sending a few people to the other side is only going to lower the sigh of relief for the few remaining lives. Rather than that, I just didn't want to be disturbed right now.

　They couldn't cause Loki any more pain with them.

　Even if she was going to be buzzed and noisy, where was she going to be projected? Already, every inch of Loki's gaze and every inch of his thoughts that no one else is allowed to devote to is poured out on him sleeping in his arms.
　One glance at the outside world, etc., is enough.


　I don't even care about the magic that is about to be unleashed towards us.
　As long as the result is the same, that's all that matters, Loki looks down at him gently. I can't wait to let you go over there. If you can't see the difference between passing away on your own, then it's probably the difference between early and late.


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　With their horses, the heads of state were marching in large numbers, relatively close to the front of the line. It was an army emanating from the great powers Alpha and Rusalka.
　The march, which had begun on an unprecedented scale, had changed its purpose 180 degrees compared to the beginning.


　In addition to the murder of the head of Hydrangee and Rafcenar, Croquel Iftus was believed to have been complicit in it.
　However, in terms of the degree of certainty, only Beric was convinced. Because he was among the data from Babel that was shown to Cisernia.

　Although he could see it immediately, the old governor was uncomfortable. It was understandable, since he was the first to give the signal to march in upon receiving this news.
　Even if the other party was another head of state, there was no way to construct enough logic to stop him.


　But it was already too late. So Beric clenched his fists tightly at the devastation in front of him. He was frustrated that he was so powerless that his back teeth felt like they were going to shatter. Self-mockery bubbled up that he was an inexplicable and unforgivable fool for making repeated mistakes at his age.

　How many times has this been the last time someone who stands above us as an organization, thinking and giving orders has felt their inadequacy?


　And again.....

''I've failed again........''

　The scene in front of him felt like a sanctuary that all the magicians gathered here could not step into.
　No one could enter Loki, who gently supported and embraced Ars, who had turned red and had run out of things to do. That's probably because no one could look directly into her eyes as she turned to us for once.

　Even the sickly Letty, who should have arrived before Beric, stood there, unable to find the words to even call out. At her side were Vaget, Fanon, and Letty's troopers, driven to cover them.
　The alpha mage's regret was deep in color. It was as if she had no choice but to endure her parent's enemy in front of her, only such anger silently combusted in the silence.


　In a situation where everyone is forced to stop moving, only the girl starts to move.
　An enormous amount of magical power was poured into the AWR in the shape of an umbrella. The total amount only shows that it is not a low-level magic by any means.

　If it was insane to unleash such a thing in this dense place, there were many people in this place who could not overlook the fact that its sights were on the dying two people.


　At the head of those things, Letty's rage that had grown in the pit of her stomach exceeded the limit of what she could endure.
　It's a good thing that you're not going to be able to find a way to get the best out of it.

'Try to break through one of the configurations, are those hands ready to cause a war? Squeeze the kid's missing nappy.

　The sound of his voice, uninflected and inflected, was the kind of anger that no one had ever heard before in Letty. One wrong move and this single would easily kick the country and order into action.

　That's how much Letty couldn't stand it - it was as if that behavior, revealing hostility at this point in time, was the ugly human part of her.
　It was scary, frightening, and freaky.

　Behind Letty's back, all of her troopers put their unshakable determination on the spell, indiscriminately against all but Alpha's mages. The sound of cracking joints and clanging joints created an atmosphere that was simply uncommon.

　Grabbing his head, Fanon turned his head and looked up to Letty. There was a fearless smile on his mouth that could be seen as both a mockery and a rivalry.

''Don't be serious~, Oba(,).

　The voice sounds like a tease, but who would think it was a joke, even for a minute? If you just look at his or her appearance, will it be just a child's petty child's play?

Don't mess with me, kid.

　Obviously, this was not something that came from someone who had been injured. Letty's arm was still painfully wrapped in bandages. There wasn't enough time for her to fully heal.
　Still, she was ready to start fighting as soon as Fanon crossed the line. Even her tone of voice was not that of the usual.

　If a single actually entered the battle in a place like this, even the head of the former would be collateral damage, so there was no chance of that happening.

　As if to lighten such a tense atmosphere.

''That's quite enough, Fanon-san.

　Clov, the former head of Kurebito, appears through the crowd.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most of your time with us.

"I don't like your overly cautious nature.
Well, don't say that. Things don't work unless someone else does, right?　Because this is the only way to find out if a wounded beast is truly wounded.
I don't think I asked you to be the villain. I don't think I could take much more of this.
'It would seem so. But we can't just be villains already.

　As expected, this one is painful, even for Clorf. Haorg even wickedly suspects that he's trying to proceed as per the original scenario.

''Already........''

　Beric walks away as if he doesn't object. The fact that Beric, who doesn't even have a son, has been taking care of Als as if he were piling on top of him must have probably included personal feelings as well.
　It's only now, though, that I've come to realize it.
　Did he have the naive idea that Ars would be able to do it while entrusting him with his job as Governor so far?

　Still, Beric was pleasantly surprised by the change in Ars. Just when it seemed like it was the right thing to put him in the academy.

　He had built new friendships around him that weren't in the military.
　So he had to at least treat them politely and help Loki alone.

　But after seeing her face, even that seemed terribly wrong to Beric. He couldn't help but think of nothing when he saw her face, which seemed to be a combination of despair and compassion. No, I can't even find the words to say to her.

　Still, when he thinks of Ars, Loki must help. Because he knows he definitely doesn't want that.


　Loki doesn't even pay attention to Beric as he walks a few steps away.
　Still, he has to walk out for one last duty and responsibility.
　But the old man's distinctive croaky voice rumbles right behind him, thwarting his resolve.

''It's disgraceful, all these grown men, all of them...''